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Though he kept to the back, Ar-Khalba's attention did not waiver from the stranger and her daughter. It was hard to hide his offense as the word tempt passed her lips. He did no such thing -- he was no tempter. Such a thing was to be perceived as an insult of the highest order. It was with great self control that he did not bear his teeth in anger. Instead, he remained stonefaced and actively engaged. He had only wished to show Akazia the path, and this was the thanks he recieved.

He was no buffoon. Noticing the tension between she and the priestess rise, Ar-Khalba took a quick step forward in coordination with the Sunspear. Her stride carried her to the stranger's flank, yet Khalba, he took to her rear in an attempt to cover as much ground as possible to potentially cut off the child's escape.

Though he had promised her daughter safety, her fate was ultimately up to the priestess and Molech. While he personally believed to be her to be to old to be a proper sacrifice, if the priestess declared it, he would have no qualms offering her soul to be consumed, pleasing the many armed God. Briefly, he wondered how beautiful her body would be adorning Molech's altar -- her blood smearing its great stone face. The corners of Khalba's lips pulled back in a smile. Molech would be so pleased.

The mother, however, did not heed the priestess. She did not leave her daughter behind as offering, instead -- she struck out against the voice of God. How foolish she must have been to attack with a clumsy forepaw, armed with blunt nails. Even more foolish was invoking the wrath of Molech. The eye would surely be upon her and she would be cursed. 

Following Akazia's ill-placed attack, he surged forward with jaws angerly parted. It was not only his duty to serve the sister's every whim, but to protect them from harm. The mother and child were quick to run, but Ar-Khalba was quick as well as he gave chace. His teeth eventually found purchase on her flank. He clamped down, drawing blood. With his grip tight, he wrenched backward, pulling with him a small chunk of flesh from her rear that was sure to cause tremendous pain. 

But, unfortunately a single bite was all Khalba could muster, as she and her daughter were too quick to pin down. She slipped away and he returned to the priestess.